I kneel-bent am, in a gorge, in a desert parched perennially
And see you running towards me—a stream of humming happiness.
In your waters, myriad colours, they mingle madly.
I see around; a desert dances in its green grace.
The spring’s here, and it’s here to stay, to myself I say.
My hands fold and bow down in a thirsty desperate dip,
But your (river’s) drops, by distances unseen, but felt, keep away.
The drops do drown down my sight, but sans settling in a single sip.
Each dancing drop passing in its leap, ever ecstatic
Greets my green grace (desert)-grazing gaze, and I surmise
That the happiness face-to-face is a fantasy far fantastic.
And away you meander leaving moist only one trace- that in my eyes.
I then faint in that gorge, in a green garden parched as ever
And see you running away from me—a stream of pampered pain.
In your waters mocking at me is a mob of colors, clever,
Which was invigorating, variegated, vibrant, and now—VANISHING and VAIN.
(A poem on what happens when love means too much to you, and loving, too much for the one you love)
And see you running towards me—a stream of humming happiness.
In your waters, myriad colours, they mingle madly.
I see around; a desert dances in its green grace.
The spring’s here, and it’s here to stay, to myself I say.
My hands fold and bow down in a thirsty desperate dip,
But your (river’s) drops, by distances unseen, but felt, keep away.
The drops do drown down my sight, but sans settling in a single sip.
Each dancing drop passing in its leap, ever ecstatic
Greets my green grace (desert)-grazing gaze, and I surmise
That the happiness face-to-face is a fantasy far fantastic.
And away you meander leaving moist only one trace- that in my eyes.
I then faint in that gorge, in a green garden parched as ever
And see you running away from me—a stream of pampered pain.
In your waters mocking at me is a mob of colors, clever,
Which was invigorating, variegated, vibrant, and now—VANISHING and VAIN.
(A poem on what happens when love means too much to you, and loving, too much for the one you love)
Ketan,
ReplyDeleteI read the poem and my god it was brilliant! It was captivating! You are way ahead when it comes to writing mate! Keep it coming!
Hi Vishwas!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, and welcome to the blog!
Not really used to high praise like this. :) Hope you enjoy other posts, too.
TC.
this is a wonderful wonderful poem- 'a stream of pampered pain' i can understand what that means but not describe it!
ReplyDeleteYou write lovely poems..too bad u dont write more of them..i can see why u say its necessary to live the writing while not actually living it..
Well after reading this, I don't blame her if she just said 'It's good'!
ReplyDeleteThis is crazy stuff Ketan, almost scary...
beautiful. Especially the last two lines. Wow!!!
ReplyDelete@ TUIB:
ReplyDeleteExtremely sorry for this ultra-delayed response! Don't know how come I missed your this comment! :P
Anyway, it was not so difficult to write 'cuz I was actually living it while writing it! Lol.
@ Rakesh: Do you have any sympathy for fellow male or not! If at all scary, it was for me! She was the river!
@ MGeek: Thanks! And am glad you liked the poem. :) I don't think there's a need to ask if you could empathize! :P
TC, all of you!